Walking in the pugilistic world, to want to make a na for oneself like Xiang Man’er is nothing unusual.
After all, in this world, if you’re risking your life with a knife strapped to your waist, it’s not for fa or fortune, are you just playing around?
There are many ways to seek fa and fortune.
So are straightforward, thinking they can forge a na by sheer force of their blade.
Others are more perceptive, knowing that in the pugilistic world, it’s not just about the blade but also about the rules and dealing with people; the reputation cos from the mouths of others.
Thus, people who specialize in this path increase in number.
Asking for guidance in public is one such thod.
The key is asking for "guidance," not "challenge."
The two are worlds apart.
If soone humbly seeks your advice, it’s hard to respond with excessive force, as both parties are people of stature, and reputation matters.
And those who co to "seek guidance" don’t get angry if defeated; instead, they sincerely acknowledge their shortcomings, helping spread your na, and might even invite you for a al or a drink.
In the future, they can’t help but sigh when ntioning it, "That so-and-so, I know, truly formidable, we once crossed hands, and I narrowly lost."
Saying this is raising one’s own status.
And the reputation of the one challenged grows louder.
Honestly, though it might seem like riding on soone else’s fa, there’s no harm, and it benefits both sides.
But for Li Yan, it becos a big problem.
Moreover, it’s quite disgusting.
These people specifically appear in crowds.
Can you imagine, a man over fifty suddenly jumps out, treating you with the courtesy of a teacher, requesting your guidance...
But shortly after leaving Longquan Station, a bunch of people suddenly appeared to "seek guidance," respectful and polite, buttering him up incessantly.
One or two could be tolerated.
The continuous appearances interfered with his journey.
Li Yan didn’t conceal his whereabouts, but he wasn’t trying to attract these people.
...
Sure enough, seeing Li Yan’s look of disdain, the young bladesman wasn’t angry but happy, imdiately bowing respectfully and loudly saying: "I know, my skills are not adequate to match with Hero Li, but I still ask for your guidance generously."
After saying this, a trace of smugness flashed in his eyes.
If Li Yan refused, it would show arrogance and conceit. Moreover, it preempts that losing is quite normal.
Then it’s just following the steps.
Take a beating, shout a comndation, and in the future, there’s sothing to talk about, making it easier to take jobs, raising one’s status significantly.
Li Yan was both amused and irritated.
On Wudang Mountain, he had heard a little story.
In his ti, Master Sanfeng was famous throughout the world, with relentless seekers of guidance, even the Mystic Sect Sorcerer engaged in it.
As a result, Wudang Mountain still has a rule today.
If seeking guidance, one must start from the bottom disciples, and not just any Tom, Dick, or Harry could directly ask for guidance from the Ancestor.
Even so, Master Sanfeng was helplessly forced to travel the world, looking ragged and careless, lacking the deanor of a master.
Although just hearsay, it also indicates the trouble such people can cause.
Li Yan never thought that one day, he would encounter such a situation.
Fortunately, facing this type of scenario, the predecessors have already co up with two routines. One is to have disciples and followers set barriers, and the second is to showcase a special skill to at least fend off so people.
Thinking of this, holding a sunflower seed, he sorsaulted from the inn’s window to the street.
"Excellent! Excellent!"
The bystanders imdiately cheered.
Even the young swordsman showed a trace of joy in his eyes.
But to his surprise, Li Yan didn’t make a move, didn’t even bother speaking to him, just cracking sunflower seeds as he walked to an old house.
The old town of Wufeng Creek, with many years behind it, had relocated so old dock stones, placed under the wall as a foundation, moss-covered, looking exceptionally sturdy.
While eating sunflower seeds, Li Yan pinched the seed shells, his fingers slightly trembling as he exerted force, surprisingly embedding the seed shells into the blue stone.
One after another, forming the character "Li."
The surrounding instantly fell silent.
As they say, "The layman watches the fun, the expert watches the thod."
The locals may not understand, but this move was truly shocking, and they couldn’t fathom how brittle seed shells could pierce into the blue stone.
And those knowledgeable in the pugilistic world widened their eyes.
This was an explosion of Hidden Energy, concentrated at one point, exemplifying "using leaves and flowers as weapons."
Li Yan’s skill was even more challenging.
Sunflower seeds are very brittle and would break with a slight mishap, and with such powerful force applied, to pierce blue stone, the precision of the power control must be infinitesimal.
Only upon reaching Force Transformation could this be achieved.
Pugilists can spend a lifeti and only with talent and fortune can one attain Force Transformation, becoming a major power in martial arts.
Much like the past Zhou Old Monkey.
As long as they didn’t provoke a strong enemy, life would be indescribably comfortable.
A lot of the Jianghu Guests present had complex expressions.
The Force Transformation experts they knew mostly were elderly; if in their pri, they are prodigies, not to be underestimated.
This Li Yan before them, how young...
Maybe in the future, he’d be a master whose na is carved in history!
As for that young swordsman "seeking advice," he paled, dared not speak further, and slipped away into the crowd.
The disparity was too great, continuing would only turn him into a laughingstock.
Li Yan ignored him and looked around.
"If you can remove these without touching sunflower seeds or hurting the stone, then find again!"
Saying this, he turned back into the inn, snacking on sunflower seeds.
This too is part of pugilistic etiquette.
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